When Darkness Falls

Chapter 43

The stench of cigarette smoke fills my nose as the cloud pours out of my lungs and into the air; a sense of relief coming over me.

Silk sheets surround me, sunlight pours through the windows to the balcony door. Outside there is a perfectly clear view to the Eiffel Tower. Paris, I'd always talked about how I wanted to come here, and now here I am. Not quite the way I'd planned it, but still here nonetheless.

Another puff of the cigarette and then the bathroom door is open revealing the very naked boy with dark brown hair with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The sunlight reflects the tiny droplets trickling down his rather fit chest. "Like what you see?"

I shake my head and roll my eyes. "Its the same thing I've seen for the past two years. Fairly sure I'm used to it by now." And I am. He's very charming, I'll give him that, but not charming to the point where I'd never get used to seeing his everyday features.

He just rolls his eyes and makes his way over to me. "Aw come on, Phil. You're telling me after these very long two years together you still haven't invested any type of genuine emotion towards me? After all the places I've taken you, all the things I've supplied for you?" His thumb grazes across my cheek, eyes looking into mine seductively.

"The sex is good if that's what you mean." I chuckle and put my hands on his waist, bringing him into my lap. "I do appreciate all that you've done for me, don't get me wrong."

He shakes his head and silences me. "Don't fret, love. Eventually you'll realize." His gaze lingers to my lips, a smile forming on his own.

A grin comes to my face. I know that look.

In the flash of an eye, he has me flipped over so that I'm underneath him, arms pinned tightly above my head. "You look so good underneath me, love." He purrs charmingly into my ear, sending shivers through my spine as his free hand trails down my bare chest.

My lips part ever so slightly before being crushed against Chris's own. They move routinely against each other, just as they always do.

A groan escapes as he pushes his hips fiercely against mine, waves of pleasure wracking my whole body. My nails graze up and down his back as his lips work their magic against my neck.

I'm never usually this sensitive, but something about Chris and his magic just seem to get to me.

I let out a relaxed breath as he trails wet kisses down my chest to the line of my boxers. His fingers trace themselves under the fabric sending another small wave of chills through me.

Suddenly, my relaxed thoughts grow desperate. Flashes of a boy with dark hair and red eyes and pale skin shoot through my brain. Now its the brown haired boy whose tracing his tongue on my-

Those thoughts are all it takes to send my arms forward and push Chris off of me. "What the hell?" My brows furrow as the feeling grows more and more. A feeling of longing and desperation that has absolutely no relevance in the current situation I'm in. More flashes of him race through my brain.

"What is it?" Chris's confused voice calls from the other side of the bed.

Then it sets in and I know exactly where the feeling is coming from. My face goes blank. We both knew it'd only be a matter of time until this happened. "He knows." I whisper, avoiding eye contact with the hybrid across from me.

Its quiet for a few moments. I feel the energy pulling me, practically screaming for me to go. To return back to that tiny town and find him. Its almost impossible to stay put, taking every ounce of my strength not to gather all of my things and catch the first plane to him.